Zishy 24 08 16 Bianca: Bell And Irina Dyvyn Very Top

"Who’s the only person with access to the pre-launch protocols?" Bianca asked.

For ten minutes, hands moved in tandem: Bianca steadied the station, her body moving like a dancer above the event horizon. Irina dissected the encrypted breach, her mind a surgeon’s scalpel. Together, they found it—a single corrupted line masking an energy drain in the relay’s core.

The station’s alarm blared. Static crackled through Bianca’s earpiece. : "You’ve got a debris field approaching. Adjust your trajectory—now."

A glitch in the system. A gap in their prep. Irina’s jaw clenched. "The anomaly’s not the satellite. It’s the relay code. Someone… tampered with it."